Now

Oh what a difference a year makes. Now you sleep, nap, even! Now you walk and sometimes try to run. Now you snuggle your face on my shoulder. Now you look for your sister everywhere. Now you have a special squeal you use only when you see an animal. Now you think raisens are great and salad is less great. Now you can kiss.
Now is good. Now you are one.

But forever you mine. My sweet, Magnolia girl.


Happy Birthday, Baby Girl.

Humor

Kids are funny.

Lily:  You know why we have to wait until we are eight years old to be baptized?
Chris:  Why?
Lily:  Because, we would be waaaay to short!  I would totally be drownded in that thing!  I learned that in primary.

Except when they try to be.

Knock! Knock!
Who's there?
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Uh. . .to get the other si. .
Nope.
I give up.
Keep guessing.  You have to guess more! (the excitement has induced uncontrollable jumping)
Uh. . .to see his friend.
Nope!  (we are reaching Christmas-esque levels of anticipation)
To go to school?
NOPE! (I think she stopped breathing for a second. . .)
I really give up, why did the chicken cross the road?
To see if he could go over there by the other chickens and talk to them and then go to the store and then something else and then aren't you so glad I didn't say 'banana'?
Of course.